Tampang

Lirik Lagu

Pumping Blood

If I pump out blood in the sunshine

Oil on the wheel

That is blasted and busted away



A nail or a little piece of glass

A little piece of glass

A little piece of glass

Swarming like bees over the air

Off the pump off the thing

The blood that I'm pumping away



Like bees over the air

Off the pump

Off the thing

The blood that I'm pumping away



Off the pump

Off the thing

The blood that I'm pumping away



If I pump blood in the sunshine

And you wear a leather box with azaleas

And I pump more blood

And it seeps through my skin

Will you adore the river

The stream, the trickle

The tributary of my heart



As I pump more blood

And it seeps through my skin



Will you adore the river

The stream, the trickle

The tributary of my heart



If I'm pumping blood

Like a common state worker

If I waggle my ass like a dark prostitute

Would you think less of me



And my coagulating heart



Waggle my ass like a dark prostitute

Coagulating heart

Pumping blood



Would you top me off

Would you top me off as I deepen a curtsy

While you yell out, "mercy"

We grow apart

Would you rip and cut me



Use a knife on me



Be shocked at the boldness

The coldness of this little heart

Tied up in leather

Would you take the measure

Of the blood that I pump

In the manic confusion of love



Supreme violation

Supreme violation

"Oh, ah, ah, ah Jack I beseech you"



"Oh Jack I beseech you"

Supreme violation



Blood in the foyer

The bathroom

The tea room

The kitchen, with her knives splayed



I will swallow your sharpest cutter

Like a colored man's dick



Blood spurting from me

"Oh Jack, Jack I beseech..."

"Jack, I beseech you, I beseech..."

In the end it was an ordinary heart



"Oh Jack I beseech you"

As I scream out my pain

In the end it was an ordinary heart



In the end, in the end, in the end

It was an ordinary heart



"Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack I beseech you"

Supreme violation... Oh



"Jack, Jack, Jack I beseech you"

I call out your name



Blood in the foyer, the bathroom,

The tea room, the kitchen

And knives splayed

I swallow your sharpest cutter

Like a colored man's dick

Blood spurting from me

Blood spurting from me



"Oh Jack"



"Oh Jack, I beseech ya"

In the end it was an ordinary heart



In the end it was an ordinary heart

Pumping blood

POLLING

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